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there are oceans of words aged in prayer,against geometric lines, and cloudbeaten skies;credulous allure—slowly captivated in hearts fair—trees and flowers bloomed in grace upon one's eyes.
And you did it again, Eddy, Faith No More. Loved them. You're not stalking me, are you?Remember this one, off Angel Dust?
Straight up Techno, with a solid industrial beat
And I am stalking you, but only on this thread, and only while I write this post.
Listening to 80's thrash metal.